I look out at the steady rain. A gust of wind blows and John shivers beside me. I wrap the thin blanket around him tighter, and continue to watch the heavy rain. "Living it up" I murmur. ~ this picture is a inspiration for my newest story:)
Bologna style by Domenico Di Carlo on Writing prompt: James had saved money all summer to buy the bike; his dad was surprised to find it, still leaning against the stone wall, just as James had left it the night before.